fiance, student, homeschool retiree, preschool teacher wannabe, Senior Living Coordinator, writer of many things unsaid, blogger, lover of the creative, most cheerful depressed person, devourer of books, crafty wanna be, amateur tech support, internet junkie, facebook stalker, tweeter of tweets, Pagan, friend, sister, daughter, aunt, karaoke super-star
Sometimes... it is hard to understand why people do the things they do. Most of the time we are good people. We are doing the best we can with what we have, or don't have. We come from different perspectives and are on different paths. We can glow with love, kindness, and compassion. We have the ability to love greatly and uplift others, so that they are made so much braver, stronger, and brilliant having known us. We try to make the places where they connect with others positive. These connections are often fragile threads, easily broken and strengthened by simple and often unconscious actions. The threads we tie to others can cause pain, or damage, or hurt and we change who that person is and how they see us. It is hard to manage all these connections sometimes. Even seemingly insignificant contact can alter so much within us.
I love it so much when I know people enough to know their story, we all have one. The story of us. Not just a genealogy,or a timeline of our life, or even a list of our accomplishments or failures... but the real story. All our hurts, and joys, challenges and triumphs that make us who we really are. You can't truly understand a person, till you understand their story, how they are connected to this world by a thousand tiny fragile threads.
Sometimes I'm on top of things...
and sometimes things pile up on me...
Sometimes I'm calm, cool, and collected...
Sometimes I'm NOT....
Sometimes life is really, really hard...
But mostly its really GOOD.
...waiting is so hard to do.
My niece Charlie waiting at my house for the cookies to be done.
